The Fairlee Motel & Drive-In Theater combines the best of roadside America. Drive in, and you have your classic outdoor experience. Check in, and a picture window and NuTone speaker give you the same show from your king-size bed - with air conditioning and no mosquitoes.

The Fairlee is one of at least two drive-in motels in the United States. Another is the Best Western Movie Manor in Monte Vista, Colo. The Movie Manor claims to be the original, but according to the motels' histories, the Fairlee's combination came first, in 1960.

The Fairlee sits along Route 5 in a pretty stretch of eastern Vermont, just across the Connecticut River from New Hampshire. The short drive off Interstate 91 reveals rolling green hills, starched white wooden churches and wilting red barns.

At dusk, the fireflies come out. Groups of young campers arrive in vans from nearby Lake Fairlee and spread blankets near the

screen. The Fairlee has daily shows after July 4 and double features on weekends, attracting between 100 to 400 cars on Fridays and Saturdays. The movie season lasts from May 1 to Columbus Day.

It's a family business. One young son works the gate and watches for extra people being smuggled in under blankets. Another son helps in the concessions stand with the mother, Erika Trapp, dispensing Creamsicles and $2 popcorn. The hamburgers are made with Angus beef from the family's New Hampshire farm. Also for sale are Ben & Jerry's ice cream and bug repellent.

Motel guests who need a snack must make the short walk outside. The concessions stand does not deliver. But rooms come with mini-refrigerators and microwaves.

The Fairlee aims for family entertainment. It rarely includes an R-rated movie in its second-run lineup. On weekends, between the double-feature movies, it shows the famous 1957 animated short "Let's All Go To The Lobby," perhaps best known for the dancing hot dogs.

The short has become a tradition. "When the hot dog jumps into the hot dog roll, everyone honks," Erika Trapp says, smiling. "It's stupid, but they do it every single time." By now, the neighbors understand.

Not everybody watches from a blanket on the ground or from inside their hotel. Drivers also haul in old sofas, porch swings, inflatable pools. The Trapps send a chaperone around the field from time to time. Sometimes, by the end, people must be waked up and told to go.

Down the field, Peter Trapp works the projector. He was drawn to the Fairlee by nostalgia. He went to camp at Lake Fairlee as a kid from New Jersey. The camp brought the kids to the drive-in every Saturday night, and he and his wife later decided the area was a good place to spend the summer. If the business breaks even, they're happy, he says.

Trapp moves outside to check the sky. The scattered speakers play oldies music. The humid air is scented with cow manure. Behind us, at the motel, the line of low-slung rooms shows one with a television going.

Finally, the night is dark enough. The lights switch off and the screen goes on. From the cars and the blankets, people applaud. From the rooms, you can't really tell.

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